When you’re a gonner for a dog

Some of you have seen pictures of my darling Asher, soon to be 9 years old.

Kosmic Asher, son of mom, Spirit of Shakespeare, and Dad, Starlite's Bit'A Sweet Hershey

Kosmic Asher, son of mother, ‘Spirit of Shakespeare’, and father, ‘Starlite’s Bit’A Sweet Hershey.’ 

I’m ecstatic to be reunited with Asher here in da ‘ville, though he doesn’t live with me at my new apartment.

Here is the reason why.


Miss Foosie Mae Belle from the holler.

You see, Asher is quite the ladies’ man and Foosie, well she fell in love the moment she saw him. They are literally inseparable.

This is their Easter picture. Asher has his normal "I hate costumes face on," but Foosie was made to model.

This is their Easter picture. Asher has his normal “I hate costumes.” face on,” but Foosie, well, she was born to model.

I adopted Asher four years ago, right around this time of year. He was five. His breeders, Madge and Don Cogswell, were putting him into retirement because he’d sired 106 puppies with 13 different lady mini-schnauzers. While I was visiting them to see puppies, they asked me to consider Asher.

He hopped up on the couch and looked deeply into my eyes. Boy, was I was a gonner! Later I learned that Asher hops on the couch and stares everyone deeply in the eyes. He’s just that sensitive of a boy – after he jumps up on your knees and leaves scratch marks out of the sheer excitement of meeting you when you come in the door. <grin>

My friend Peggy, with whom I was sharing a flat, rescued Foosie from an animal shelter about six weeks after Asher came home. She saw Foosie’s picture on “PetFinders”.

Yup. She was a gonner.

Within 24 hours the two dogs were an old married couple.

Cue “Belle Notte.”


So when I went to San Miguel de Allende for my adventure/experiment,

Aztec dancer from Tales of Mexico

I was fine with leaving Asher in Foosie and Peggy’s care.

But now I’m back. After staying with Pegs, Foosie, and Ash for seven months I miss Asher (and Foosie) wildly every day!

I just can’t take him from him away from his girl.

This is their christmas picture. Notice Asher has his "I'm a guy and I DON'T like this stuff" face on while Foosie is all mellow about it.

This is their christmas picture. Notice Asher has his “I’m a guy and I DON’T like this stuff” face on while Foosie is all mellow about it.

Which brings me to fostering!

I’m allowed to have one small-breed dog. I do believe that when I get settled I’ll find me a terrorist, um terrier, to care for while we find her/his forever home.

Which brings me to the dogs I fostered in Mexico.

Coyo was  first.

This isn't Coyo's picture because I can't find the damn thing, but it's a Coyo look alike!

This isn’t Coyo’s picture because I can’t find the damn thing, but it’s almost a Coyo double and I’ll look for his later.

Julie and I found Coyo dodging traffic on a rainy night in San Miguel’s busy jardin.

san miguel traffic el jardinHearts in our throat, we watched him cross the street four times, so tiny and grey it was improbable a driver would see him, and so skittery that he ran away when I clucked for him to come. We almost gave up but I pulled out my coo-voice-darling-child-don’t-run-away and he stopped. I slithered across the street talking softly non-stop and he actually came towards me – and I scooped him up!

Julie was my landlady.  I lived in a small apartment in a compound with her large house, another big house, another apartment upstairs from mine, and an adorable cottage with a teeny fenced-in front yard that I envied immediately. (Fenced in front yard = dog.) Julie already had two dogs: Cappucinno, a 9 lb. male Maltese mix, and Esmeralda, a nine year old shepherd mix with large soulful eyes. My 6-month lease didn’t include a pet, but Julie was as taken with our rain-soaked rescue as I was so she said, “Why don’t you keep him for a few days and we’ll try to find him a home.” Into my house came Coyo.

And promptly chewed the fringe off of Julie’s rug, peed on the floor, and jumped wildly into my arms to lick me when I told him he was a bad boy.

A ha …..

To make a long story shorter, ten days later Julie, who came to see Coyo everyday and oooh and ah over how adorable he was, adopted Coyo. “Be sure,” I said to her, “he’s a little bit of a devil. He’s going to knock Cappucinno off of his perch as top dog, and annoy Esmeralda because all he wants to do is play when he’s not chewing pillows.” And so he did. But Julie was a gonner.

Like this guy.

 You know, like this guy.

I volunteered with a rescue group in San Miguel named “Amigos de Animales.” These intrepid souls (mostly women) pulled dogs out of the pound who had five days to live.

Enter “Bobby”:

thief of hearts


Who was owner-surrendered to the pound by a woman who requested that he be put down because he peed in her kitchen.

An Amigos volunteer asked me if I could foster him while they searched for his home. I said I’d have to ask Julie first and at 4:00 another couple took him away from our adoption table in the jardin to see if things would work out -with my phone number as the back-up call. I went home and briefed Julie. I don’t think she was happy about the request, but she didn’t say no.

At 11:00 the next morning I got the call. “Bobby” was humping the couple’s female and would-not-relent. So, I walked to the couple’s home, put “Bobby” on a leash and began a relationship with one of the sweetest, goofiest dogs I’ve ever known. God! How I loved that dog!

I had “Bobby” for about three months. As you can see, he’s a looker. He’s the kind of dog who gets adopted, despite the fact that I was a gonner. I don’t remember how Kelly Karger with Save A Mexican Mutt got involved, but happily she did. Save A Mexican Mutt has a rigorous adoption procedure, and transports dogs from San Miguel to the U.S. and Canada. Kelly put “Bobby” on “PetFinders”. Bobby found his happy home.

"Bobby", now renamed Lincoln, with his mom Bella in Austin, Texas.

“Bobby”, now renamed Lincoln, with his mom Bella in Austin, Texas.

Bella emailed me recently to send pix of Lincoln. The woman is besotted and her picture comments are priceless so I’ve typed them verbatim. Here we go:

"Lincoln has been exploring his spirituality."

“Lincoln has been exploring his spirituality.”


"Here he is being adored by one of his minions. It is generally agreed around here that Lincoln is homosexula."

“Here he is being adored by one of his minions. It is generally agreed around here that Lincoln is homosexual.”

"My Valentine"

“My Valentine”

"Lincoln is now exploring other cultures."

“Lincoln is now exploring other cultures.”

And one more,

"This costume was inspired by 'Game of Thrones'."

“This costume was inspired by ‘Game of Thrones’.”Y

Oh my god, ya think Bella is a gonner?


I had only said good-bye to “Bobby”/Lincoln for a little less than a week when an Amigos volunteer asked me if I could foster another dog.

Enter Mia.


What a gorgeous redhead! Half-wild, and scared out of her wits in San Miguel’s streets, the pound picked Mia up pregnant. She was allowed to deliver her puppies – who were all adopted – but Mia was left behind. I remain convinced that the reason Mia wasn’t taken, and the reason that I loved her for nine long months, was because she was half-Chow. People are afraid of that black tongue.

It was a slow burn for me and Mia. Over a few weeks, as she gained her confidence, I began to see an astounding need in her for a person to call her own. Eventually her devotion made me burst into tears.

And I was a gonner.

Prospective adopters came to meet Mia. She was always skittish, but in a playful way. Some would bring their dogs. Good lord that girl loves to play! But months went by.

I wrote about Mia on this blog. When I knew I’d be returning to the states I called Save A Mexican Mutt. For her own reasons, Kelly didn’t want to take Mia on. So I played the “Bobby”/Lincoln card.

Hadn’t I been a great foster mom for Save A Mexican Mutt? I had to return to the states in two months. There was no one for Mia. Couldn’t she help me this one time? She did. She put Mia on “PetFinders”. 

And nothing happened.

Meanwhile, Lynn in Calgary, Canada was reading about Mia on my blog. One day she remarked again on what a beautiful dog Mia is and how my descriptions of her broke her heart. She simply could not understand why no one would adopt her.

And then I asked, “What about you?”

Mia at home with Lynn in Calgary. Her toys are Tubby and Hedgehog.

Mia at home with Lynn in Calgary. Her toys are Tubby and Hedgehog.

Lynn took a tremendous leap of faith. Mary fostered Mia when I had to leave, while Lynn made the arrangements to transport Mia to Calgary. Mia reminded Mary of a chow she’d grown up with, so there was a love affair going on there too. After I left Mary told Lynn about Mia’s affectionate nature, her habits, her diet, all the one hundred and one things a person who’s going to adopt a dog they’ve never met want to know. Save a Mexican Mutt got involved with Mia’s transport. Over weeks it came together, with me listening in via e-mail.

Not for one instant did I have a single doubt that Lynn would love Mia.She was everything I said she was. And something more that I couldn’t even put into words.

Lynn stays in touch.  We talk about how Mia’s confidence has grown. How she loves the snow. How they have a nature preserve behind their house. Mia walks proudly on a leash  now. Lynn sends me .waves of Mia walking. Complete computer idiot that I am, I don’t know how to insert them so you can see how transformed Mia is by having her person. I’ll show you a still:

movie mia 2

Tail is up, up, UP!

I wish I could include those .waves. Calgary got a freak snow storm about 10 days ago. You can hear Lynn calling Mia to come in the house. Mia continues romping in the snow.  It must feel so good to her with that thick ruff and heavy fur. In that little movie she’s happy and mischievous and home.


I saw an acquaintance for the first time since I returned from San Miguel the other day. “So,” he asked, “how was Mexico?” I talked about Coyo and Lincoln and Mia. I certainly didn’t save them on my own. I worked with wonderful people who pulled together to find their home.

The only thing I did was love them when I had them.

“Truthfully,” I said, “it’s the finest thing I did in my 14 months in Mexico.”


Once I get settled in my new place I’ll be able to see Asher more often.




















Bobby/LINCOLN update

Just heard from Bella.  She’s mad about him.

Lincoln side saddleWhat a gorgeous couple, eh?  Bella calls this one “Side Saddle”.  She says he’ll stay in just about any position without squirming.  Yes, I know.  He’s perfect. <grin>

This one is titled “Orange Monkey.”

Lincoln orange monkeyShe writes that Orange Monkey felt used after this, but Lincoln didn’t seem to care.

I’m going to call this one “Wild Man Hair”:

Lincoln hairNo, I don’t think Bella put gel on him.

Last but not least, here’s Lincoln on The Mighty Texas Dog Walk.

Lincoln Mighty Texas Dog WalkBella said he made an ass of himself on this walk.  In other words, he had his nose up the butt of every dog he could get near.

All together now: “Getting to know you ….. getting to know all about uuuuuuuu”

Oh, o.k.  one more.

Let’s call it “Lincoln Super-Duper Content and Happy”:

Lincoln super duper contentAwwwwwwwww.


From foster mom to Forever Mom, Bella: I LOVE that you LOVE him! I’m also fairly sure you two were made for each other, and even though I’ll always think about him, I’m beyond glad that he’s in your loving Austin, TX. arms!

Organic Market, Mia, Pet Sterilization clinic




CIMG2205If I can get myself out of the house early enough on Saturday morning, the Tiangus Organica on Ancho de San Antonio is a truly pleasant place to have coffee

role de canela (cinnamon role) from this yummy and *busy* bakery stand.

and a ‘role de canela’ (cinnamon role) from this yummy and *busy* bakery stand.

There’s lots of other good stuff and, connected to the Rosewood Hotel property, it’s a magnet for health conscious gringos on this side of town.  That wouldn’t include moi, but I have tried the green alfafa juice.  It’s good.

Mostly I like sitting in the sun watching the crowd, and the Mexican cooperatives who bring honey, lavender, produce, and goods each Saturday.


I particularly like a really nice Mexican man who makes dog clothing and leashes out of recycled leather. He’s the first person I stop to say hi to ‘cuz he’s just so amiable – and creative!

This is one of his dogs, looking splendid in deer skin.  He has teeny dogs too, so he makes tepees:

This is one of his dogs, looking splendid in deer skin. He has teeny dogs too, so he makes tepees:


Which brings us to dogs.


I think I have a line on a new family for teddy bear Mia.

I prettier than ever ...

I prettier than ever …

An English-speaking couple is headed to San Miguel to take possession of their new home in Los Frailes (a sub-division).  We’ve been emailing back and forth about their meeting Mia, who I hope sweeps them off their feet.

… As long as they’re o.k. with a half-wild child who, instead of throwing herself at you, skitts away to run rings while she’s figuring out if you’re o.k.

Me?  I’m o.k. with Mia.

Wanna play? Huh? Huh? Huh?

Wanna play? Huh? Huh? Huh?


I got a desperate call yesterday morning asking me if I would volunteer for a pet sterilization clinic in the campo today.  My job? To put blankets on the pets when they come out of surgery and watch while they wake up from anesthesia.

So, out to the train station early to get a ride up to a tiny village called (I think) Los Feliz, about 2 miles out of town. A woman, the mayor of the community, had organized 30 dogs and cats for the day, so we waited for the mobile clinic to arrive.

The staging area for this morning's spay/neuter clinic

The staging area for this morning’s spay/neuter clinic

And waited.  And waited.  Turns out the mobile hospital broke down. The clinic has been postponed for two weeks.

These two boys were scheduled:


The red puppy, Bobby, is 9 months old.  This is probably the single moment he was quiet because most of the time he was snuggling inside my jacket, licking my neck, or nipping at my gloves.


While Los Feliz is on the outskirts of San Miguel de Allende, it might as well be a world away.  The fact that 30 animals were self-scheduled for surgery through Amigos de Animales gives me a lot of hope. All kudos to the organization, which literally sterilized more than a thousand animals in 2012 and is set to accomplish more this year, and to the campesinos who love their animals and want to reduce the suffering in their towns.

On a side note, the woman who asked me to volunteer, a gringa who’s lived here for more than ten years, solemnly warned me about the poverty I would see in the countryside [yet so close to San Miguel’s glittering Centro].  “This is something,” she snorted derisively, “that most gringos never see.  You will find it appalling.”

But, I’ve seen appalling poverty in the United States, both rural and urban.  In fact, nothing beats seeing the South Bronx in the early 70’s for your basic slap-up-the-side-of-the-face about generations lost – and if you’ve traveled in Mississippi (or parts of rural New Jersey for that matter) you’ve seen the campo in Mexico.


And so, the beat goes on.

I can see myself integrating more into San Miguel each month.  I’m one of the low-key gringas loping about town in jeans and boots, or sitting on the steps with a cigarette hanging out of my mouth (note to self: STOP!) waiting for my bus, looking a little like Rizzo in “Grease”,because I am after all out of New Joisey, but older.

I’ve grown to like my hood, adore my across the street neighbors, develop new friendships and, without any difficulty, bask in the (basically) eternal sunshine raining down on my spotty mind.  Life is good.

However ….

There’s been some talk the last few days via the Civil List internet group about stays in various hospitals for various serious operations and/or illnesses.  Everyone agrees there’s fantastic care to be had at fabulous prices.  Then they start tossing around phrases like ” … it was only $6,000 US for xyz” or “All totaled it was $14,000 US for abc” and I gasp.  Not because the price is outrageous.  Far from it.  In comparison to what these incidents would be in the U.S., it’s all good. I gasp because I don’t have $6,000 to go to a private hospital where the care is so very excellent.

So, I’m still scared.  Still operating on the ‘wing an a prayer’ principle. Still throwing dice and wondering how long I can stay at the table?

Still pushing my luck …

And, that’s the way it is from a 66 year old, old rebel in San Miguel de Allende.















Mia has a puppy!

Well, he’s not really our puppy.  We’re taking care of him until December 5 when his foster mom Maureen returns from vacation.

Panda is his name and puppy is his game.  He’s 8 months old, maybe 25 lbs., and in that gangly teenage stage where he trips over his own paws trying to get Mia’s cookie.  This I warn him sternly is not a good game plan.  She may be tolerant with the puppy play, but she will not brook f#^&ng with her food.

Mom … tell him he can’t have my toys either!

I’ve had to put the toys on top of the refrigerator.

Still, Mia lets him nip, bite, chase, paw, and wrestle with her and seems to enjoy it.

She does not let gender roles get in the way, and gives as good as she gets.

[Yes, their absolute favorite place to play is on my bed.]

Your bed? Nah ah. Our ring. Wanna play too?

Maureen rescued Panda from a bad situation 3 months ago.  She can’t keep him and it’s a damn shame that someone doesn’t adopt him *right this minute* because he’s prime material.  He’s so eager to please, and so wants affection, that he learns almost immediately.  I say almost because he will chew a shoe, but whaddya want from a puppy?

Me? Chew on your embroidered pillows? I thought they were stuffed toys.

And, he’s such an elegant little guy.  Maybe, with the spots, there’s some Dalmatian in that lineage, but I keep thinking Whippet (or some such) for his long legs and slender frame. Whatever it is, he’s got natural kohl around his eyes and the most stunning snow-white eyelashes.  It isn’t fair!

I’m quite proud of Mia’s ‘mommy’ ‘tude.  Let’s face it, puppies can be annoying, especially when they worm between you and your Mom when she comes home and you’re the one who is ecstatic to see her because you were here first

He just a puppy, but he CANNOT have my toys.

I know Mi, but then again, as long as he’s here, neither can you.

Ah, the dog follies. Ya gotta love ’em.

Alright, you two, let’s take that outside!


P.S.  You probably can’t tell, but Mia has stopped shedding and her new coat is the most glorious, glossy, velvety fur you’ll ever run your hands through.  She’s like hugging your very own Velveteen Rabbit now.  Most delicious.

Update from Lincoln Center

A woman and her dog

Fall weather has come to Austin.  Our boy Bobby/LINCOLN poses with besotted Mom, Bella.  Notice how his ears match the color of her boots?  There’s a reason why she calls him the most sophisticated metro-sexual pooch in Austin.

This is Bella’s mom visiting and holding Lincoln.  He has a grandma now!

I adored by all who holz me.

This is Bella’s boyfriend.  The kid has family.


Here’s a fab picture. Lincoln’s on vacation, off leash, and free to roam the landscape.  Whadda life!

My momz takin the picture. Most times I come right back when I’m called.

Back home, Hank and Lincoln share a moment.


One more time: Kudus to Adopciones de Animales and  Save a Mexican Mutt. Together we saved a beautiful dog, fostered and nurtured him, and found his forever home with Bella in Austin – a woman who says she feels as if they’ve been together forever, and can’t imagine life without him.

It’s your feel-good, happy-ending moment from jaxinmexico today.




P.S.  One more thing to be happy about: isn’t it great that Bella is young & fit?  She walks miles with Lincoln most every day.  He really has landed in the lap of dog-luxury, and no canine deserves it more.

Except … maybe, Mia.  She’s looking for her forever home too.  I only hope/dream/wish/pray that she’s as lucky as Lincoln …

I promise to love and obey, cherish and protect – and wag my tail like a helicopter blade.


Mia, Mia. Mama Mia!

I haz toyz!

My relationship with Mia has completely changed. A couple of weeks ago we had an incident of food aggression during the two days she was up-chucking from her sterilization surgery. I started to wonder if her ‘street dog’ history would become a problem.

So, I promptly put her on the “there’s no such thing as a free lunch” program. She must ‘wait’ and look in my eyes before I put food down. I began to feed her by hand so she knows where the good stuff comes from.  Using only positive reinforcement, I began to ‘push’ her by playing with her teeth and pulling out her tounge, handling her paws, pushing her down on the bed or the floor – anything I could think of to show her who’s the alpha here. You know, the Good Alpha who’s going to feed you and love you – and LEAD you. [As I said to her when she went for my foot during the food aggression thing, “Mia, there’s only going to be one bitch in this house.”

O, otay. See kin b the alpa if see kis me.

Mia’s got some choppers.  While I was ‘pushing’ her to see where she’d go with it, they would flash in my direction.  ‘Euww’, I would think, ‘you could take my arm off.  I sincerely hope you’re socialized enough not to think about biting.’ In some skewed street dog survival mode that spirals out of control, because I am pushing your boundaries.

Silly, stupid me.  Fostering street dogs is a new thing. But Mia is so loving, so sweet, so grateful to have a person, that it slowly dawned on me that I was looking at dentals that were smiling during rough and tumble play.

Do you see the devil in those eyes?

Mia just wants to romp and play and flash her teeth and pretend to be a wild dog when I tell her “I’m going to get you!”  She skitters out of the house, does a quick lap around the garden, and comes back for more.’I haz toyz!’ ‘I haz a pershon!’ ‘I haz fon!’

Wanna play sum more? Huh? Huh? Wanna?

Ah, Mia.  You’re a dime a dozen in Mexico. No flashy good looks to suggest breeding. You’re not deliciously cute like ‘Benji’. And child, that black tongue infers <gasp!> Chow-Chow.  [We all know how they can be.] On top of that you’re skittish.  You overcompensate for your fear of guys by pretending you’re fierce. You think you’re a miniature poodle, so when you leap on me you knock the wind out.  You’ve got a head like an anvil.  When it rears back in play I’m sure you’re going to break my glasses, if not my nose.  You eat like a horse and now I’m starting to call you “Chunky Monkey.” I suspect you’re an escape artist so I have to watch the outside door.  And, leashes? Never hoid of ’em.

You, my dear, need training.

B,b,but … I kin be pensive…

Yes, you can. And you’re smart.  And, you’re tranquil.  When we’re not playing you lie by my side or snuggle into me on couch.  You take a treat from my lips with the soft mouth of a spaniel. You don’t bark unless there’s something to bark about. You have everything it takes to be a faithful companion – and a little bit more.  You, my dove, are truly easy to love.

I want Mia to have her forever home.

Maybe even more than I wanted that for Bobby/Lincoln.

What a wonderful dog someone will get to love.

Mia, Mia. Mama Mia!

Because despite her plebiness, Mia is actually someone special.

Lincoln: A Day in the Life

Bella sent these photos this morning.  Straight out of San Miguel de Allende, our boy (Bobby)Lincoln gets set for another glorious day!

The morning roll over. Hello world!

Gonna be a s~l~o~w wake up. Notice that I am not waking up in my super-duper special dog bed …


Brand new day and time to play. Game on with my bud Tucker. Sure he looks big, but I’ve got moves.

Like my “Karate Kid” chops!

This is Hank, another formidable foe. Specialties include ankle nipping and fast turns. He’s giving me pointers

And at last, proving my foster mom’s point, at the end of the day

A good dog is a tired dog.

I am tickled that our boy (Bobby)/Lincoln has a forever mom now! Bella loves, loves, LOVES this boy, so we’ve made a match made in heaven.

Now I want the darling Mia to find her special person.

I am beautiful and sweeter than Tuppelo Honey







Found on the street in Mexico City, Hamlet is currently recovering from neutering and the removal of an abscessed tooth under the care of Jennifer, his foster mom in the Big City. San Miguel de Allende’s Save a Mexican Mutt plans to take him under their wing, transport him to San Miguel, and potentially to my house for fostering until he’s found his forever home. My hope is that he and Mia will bond instantly!

I think he is muy gaupo. I wait for him.

Tomorrow is our third try to have Mia spayed at Ecologia.  We’ve had … wrinkles.  But Mia delivered her puppies at the pound – all of whom were adopted out by Amigos de Animales – so, no more pregnancies for her.

Yes, she’s managed to keep her girlish figure.

Major shout-out here to Kelly Karger and Save a Mexican Mutthttps://www.facebook.com/saveamexicanmutt

Kelly has been at this for close to a decade.  You and I can’t imagine the compassion, or the fatigue that must be endured, trying to rescue the forgotten.

REMEMBER, both Mia and Hamlet are looking for forever homes, either here in Mexico or, because they can be transported, in the United States.  Please spread the word about these two darlings to your friends and families. 

Thank you!

P.S. “Waiting for Hamlet.”  It has a ring, doesn’t it.


Random thoughts on how I’ve changed since moving to San Miguel de Allende three months ago.

This is a biggie for me.  I don’t iron my t-shirts anymore!

I obsess over scorpions and poisonous spiders, but I leave my  doors open and don’t worry about the random fly.

Since I don’t have a car I take more buses [about 40 US cents].  When the heat does me in I jump in a taxi.  A trip anywhere  inside the city limits costs roughly $2.00 US.

I also walk a whole lot more.

I wear a lot less make-up.  Honestly, who has the time?

I see an excellent doctor for $23.00 US.

But the cost of prescriptions is a killer for all of us. Thus I’ m developing an interest in Mexican herbal remedies

I make my own mosquito repellent, and drawer sachets (lavender oil!)

Experimenting with non-toxic, home made pesticides too

I can (very) occasionally afford labor in the garden or in the house.  I pay a fair rate and, being a prole myself, delight in the assistance.

Manicures, pedicures, and hair cuts are less important.  I’m not looking for a husband, just new friends.

I love more dogs as I find my way in fostering fur faces that deserve a forever family.

Now renamed Mia Honey Bear Jones.

And who can forget Bobby, now Lincoln, with his new mom, Bella?

I value dear friends even more, if that were possible.  I’m also silly in my enthusiasm for new friends here.  I really couldn’t do it without them.

And, after three months, I balance the tension between not knowing if I can truly make it here financially, and enjoying new people, new food, new arts, new politics, new flora & fauna, and new-new each and every day.

All in all,  despite the loneliness (and I’ve always been lonely) I’m carving out a very decent life.

Viva Mexico!